It’s claustrophobic despair Trapped in the dark with no lights and no air Naked, lonely and starving to death Surrounded by their claws and hungry breaths You want to run but their are only beasts and walls You’ll die to hide by we all know where you are I recommend severance from feeling this day Should have said that the day they put us in this cage
I feel a dissociation Nothing left, no fear and no reservation Just wanted to tell you I may not make it Cos I foresee a lunatic filling up these spaces Forced into this cage, to live off these crumbs Silence bleeding through even my busted ear drums Growing heavy on the levy of your boot Last tooth, even last hair from it’s root
Feel, feel, feel, feeling so dead Shoot me, shoot me, in my head The air in here weighs a ton Sickness, darkness, oblivion
Bleeding through to the bleeding drum, drum Drum, drum, drum, drum, drum
This is my real American pop song A nervous little anthem about how it all went wrong A tribute to the dynamics of betrayal and honor Forced into an invisible cage and left there somber If I have to tell you once to walk in these shoes Then you never walked enough to see this bruise And in my heart the words flood this empty space But it’s too big for me and the whole goddamn human race
I wanna drink to the fuel for the fire And make a Molotov cocktail in my gut I wanna transform into the abyss with no end And watch peoples cling to me like crutch I wanna burn in chaos like a cigarette And breathe deep the apocalypse in my lungs I wanna shrug off the world like Atlas And be the last fucking thing that ever leaves your tongues
I feel a disassociation And I want to take you in my arms And I wanna crush your spine